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'He smiles, and moves about in ways his mother knows, habits of his.' Is a heartbreaking couple of lines.

Well expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful creation from the heart. Thanks for sharing................

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And look, has made a man of dust of a man of flesh. This sorcery I do. Being damned, I am amused to see the centre of love diffused and the wave of love travel into vacancy. How easy it is to make a ghost. -shows the terror of modern warfare which turns all emotion and humanity into nothingness.What a horrible thing this is! the comparison with sorcery and the example of ghost is also astounding.

Unusually good war poem- a genre I usually don't find very interesting. MM

Very interesting poem. And timely. How easy it is for war to create ghosts. Indeed.

The weightless mosquito touches! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

the parabola of a ball, a child turning into a man, I looked into the air too long. The ball fell in my hand seems to be a grenade, 'Now in my dial of glass appears/ the soldier who is going to die' confirms the deadly game of war. Once weapons were a superstitious 'sorcery', modern warfare has moved far beyond this as 'How easy it is to make a ghost' confirms. 'The weightless mosquito touches' is so fitting, death like a mosquito is hard to see coming, death is weightless, and death claims the great and small, thus her tiny shadow on the stone, and with how like, how infinite a lightness, man and shadow meet. They fuse. A shadow is a man when the mosquito death approaches contains vast meaning.

Though this is one among the top standard poem of old times the meanings are relevant today and it is so important in a world of conflicts that we live.

And look, has made a man of dust of a man of flesh. This sorcery I do. Being damned, I am amused to see the centre of love diffused and the wave of love travel into vacancy. How easy it is to make a ghost. These lines are so bone chilling. I also liked the shadow/mosquito verse.

A shadow is a man when the mosquito death approaches. thanks.

this jagged, uneven poem, is nevertheles i feel, one of the great poems of the last century. the mosquito image is wonderfully worked.